Are you expecting a post about the holidays? No. It’s that time of year when I finally SNAP and FREAK THE FREAK OUT about the days of darkness and I LOSE THE WILL TO GO ON and my happy light gets drunk and quits trying and I stand outside at 3 pm when it looks the same as it did at 2 am and 7 am and noon and the same as it will look at midnight and MY BRAINS LEAK OUT MY EARS.
Yes: I know it is darker elsewhere. I do not care. This is as dark as I ever need it to be, for as long as I ever need it to be dark, forever.
Thief of sunshine, thief of happiness. We hates it! We hates it forever.